oh dreamcatcher
gazing through my window
catch me the sweetest dreams
of my lover
so far away
so we can be as one
again
in our dreams
for time and distance
are too far apart
and longing
only brings more desire
to see and touch
your soft skin
but i am reassured
that we will be together
everytime i look
at my dreamcatcher

The topic of fate has come up several times while talking to Miranda these past couple weeks. I don't know where I would be or what I would be doing if it weren't for fate. Now that Miranda and I have "found" each other and we are talking on a regular basis its amazing how many things we have in common. I say "found" because we took a five year ( Read more... )

as i lay in my cold
empty bed
thinking of you
longing for the touch
of your skin against mine
wondering
what could you be dreaming about
at this exact moment
hoping, but also knowing
that it is i
you and need and desire
and that
my beautiful
is the way it should be
today and always
for it brings a smile
to my face
every waking day

as i piss
in the darkness
shivering from the
winters first frosts
i look upward
as the stars gaze apon me
thinking, wondering
is there another lost soul,
confused individual
somewhere
looking upon the same
bright masses of gas
thinking, wondering
as i do

picture a dark house
with only one occupant
a young man
trapped
within a inner shell
and the bedroom
he is free to come
and go
as he pleases
but fear
of the outside world
keeps him trapped
afraid of what the world
may this of him
and what the world
may have to offer
the inner struggle
called life
continues. . . .

I can imitate ( Read more... )

combinations of letters

words strung into sentences

proper punctuation

(or lack there of)

thoughts

hung out to dry

on shiney white paper

examined in a hundred

different lights

but sometimes

never truly

understood.

ideas good enough to write

cannot be forced

they come to you

slowly

without warning

like a lion creeping

to its prey

forced thoughts hurt

like a passed kidney stone

or so they say

some nights

my pen flows

easily like a dancer

on a stage

then again

sometimes

i feel as if

a child

learning to write

for the very first time.

Anybody know what happened to Miranda?  Haven't seen her online for a few days.  Not worried, just curious.   

Today Rachel leaves on her overseas adventure.  I'm going to miss talking to her for hours on end on AIM as well as tying up the phone line.  Now I know how you feel Miranda when Matt is away overseas.  No words can explain how much she means to me and how much I will miss her while she is gone ( you can start puking now Fubar... ha ha).  She means ( Read more... )